Free Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 07 by Startled by His Furry Shorts Page A

with lumps in them.
    10:15 a.m.
    Heard the doorbell ring.
    I’m not answering it. It will probably be Mr. Next Door saying the cats have got his wife trapped in the greenhouse. Or they have eaten the Prat brothers.
    Or it will be the police because Grandvati has alarmed his neighbors with his surfing outfit.
    Anyway, I am not answering it.
    10:20 a.m.
    Doorbell rang again. Go away.
    10:22 a.m.
    Doorbell rang again.
    I’m not answering it.
    10:25 a.m.
    The phone rang.
    Oh god, now what?
    10:26 a.m.
    I suppose it might be one of the ace gang. Maybe I should talk to someone about my inner pain. I feel so bored and depressed, anyway.
    â€œHello, Heartbreak Headquarters.”
    â€œ Ciao , Georgia.”
    It was Masimo!
    His voice was absolutely gorgey and groovy and mmmmmmmmmmmm.
    Mine of course was like a mousetwitgirl.
    â€œEr… ciao .”
    â€œGeorgia, I am…how you say… mi dispiace , sorry, I didn’t call but last night, it got too late, I was…anyway, you are in now.”
    I tried to sound jolly and full of casualosity. Not like Panda Woman.
    â€œOh yeah, yeah I’m in now, in as two in thingson…an in holiday in…In land. Hahahahahahah.”
    Did I just laugh out aloud or was I doing brain laughing?
    There was a pause and Masimo said, “So, you will let me in, then?”
    I said, “Yeah, just ring the bell when you turn up and…”
    The doorbell rang.
    Oh giddygodspajamas, he was at the door!!!
    I said into the phone, “But I’m not, er…decent.”
    He laughed. He wasn’t laughing on the phone, he was laughing through the door. Because I could see his outline through the frosted-glass bit.
    I would have to speak back to him through the door! But if I could see his shape through the frosted glass, that meant he might be able to see my shape as well. I stepped behind the phone table. I don’t know why. I could see my reflection through the hall mirror. Gott in Himmel , I looked like one of the Koch family who had been been adopted by wolves.
    I couldn’t answer the door like this. I said, “Erm, I’ll just have to get dressed.”
    He laughed again, “OK, but for me, you don’t have to.” And he laughed. “I will wait for you outside.Oh, here are your cats.”
    I said, “Don’t let them near your trousers.”
    He said, “Er, que ?”
    But I had bounded upstairs.
    two minutes later
    Hysteria headquarters.
    Quickly, quickly put something on. Something sexy yet casually morningy. Jeans? Fringey skirt? Jeans or skirt? Skirt or jeans? OH NOOO I’M NOT GOING THERE AGAIN. Jeans on and top with “Groove on, groovster” on it? Yes, yes, good, get on with it.
    two minutes later
    I didn’t have time to cleanse and tone, so I just cleaned up the panda bits and reapplied mascara and lippy. My hand was shaking, so I didn’t attempt eyeliner. I would have ended up with noughts and crosses all over my face. And for the pièce de résistance , my brain was having a little conversation with itself. Oh good.
    â€œMasimo sounded quite relaxed and cheerful, don’t you think? Not in a dumping mood.”
    â€œYes. And he said that thing when I said I hadto get dressed. He said, “OK but for me you don’t have to.” That was like a display of red bottomosity. Wasn’t it?”
    â€œDeffo.”
    two minutes later
    Dashed down to the bathroom. I had the original bombhead. Oh noooo!!! I slicked it down with gel as much as I could. Then I swallowed about half a tube of toothpaste. My nose seemed still a bit flat, so I rolled it around in my fingers to give it a bit more shape.
    one minute later
    Now then, just a practice spontaneous smile. Tongue behind teeth and smile.
    Good good.
    Get manic laughing out of system. Hahaha-hahahahadihahahada!!! And a quick burst of Viking disco inferno to stop the urge to show it to him.
    Kick kick stab stab and huddly